Capucin

The latest reset on the Midi had everyone heading for the freeride zone in the Cosmiques and Rond. Will has shin splints and I needed some exercise, so we decided to go tour even though the train was closed with trees on the line. There wasn’t much snow stuck on the south side of the Midi Arrete, so we bailed on the Grand Envers approach and went for first tracks on the low angled pow on the Gros Rognan.

The snow kept changing with aspects and with it our minds on which of the 3 Tacul tours to do. Finally deciding to go to Breche Tacul we got to 50 m from the ridge and were falling into holes in the unconsolidated wind blown snow. That decided it – Capucin.

At the Col I could push my pole completely into the snow and not touch rock. Finding the anchor required a lot of digging with the showel!

There was some good cold snow down the right side which we hugged tightly to avoid sluff activity coming of the sunny side on the left. The skiing was fun and it was great to be out in the mountains after such a long period of unsettled weather. Thanks also the American team behind for waiting and not sluffing us out.

After the walk down to Chamonix it was definitely beer o’clock!

Aiguille du Midi West Couloir

Epic snow conditions in the West Couloir this week.  Deep consistent snow taking the angle off and especially appreciated especially for the huck over the lower icefall. Trenching our way up to the little col took a bit of effort with snow above head height but worth it in the end! It was especially sweet getting it done after waking up to snowfall outside, and then a small window with the Foehn coming in after and slamming it shut again.

My camera was malfunctioning for some weird reason that I cant figure out (glad I carried all that weight for nothing) so thanks to Luca Pandolfi and Dave Searle for their photos below. All unmarked photos are courtesy of Dave.

Skiing off the bottom of the Rond

Should have got the shovel out.

Ruck-sac off to hack at the snow mushroom.

Luca making the rap off the col into West Couloir

Luca charging

Approaching the choke. Some ice here.

Searler having it.

Me in the open couloir.

And again.

Dave looking good on the huck.

Carrying the SLR not conducive to jumping!

Lots of speed now.

High Altitude Darts And An All Time Passerelle

I’ve been walking past this one for the last 15 years and its never really looked that appealing with runnels, glazed snow, climbers, dropped objects, skiers, Japanese tourists etc. But when we went up for a quick Grands Envers in a window on Monday I took my usual glance over and was surprised that the snow looked really flat.

With no better plans Dave Searle, Si Christie and myself dropped in the next day. 120 m down a tourist decided to use Si as a dart board. Lucky the ski pole hit him handle first. (thanks!). A little further down another tourist’s ski is protruding out of the snow in the couloir.

Skis on, ready to go, I looked down and noticed the pivot on my boot looked loose and was worried about it coming completely undone. Not much choice but to forget about it at this point!

The snow was unbelievable; soooo deep, very cold, sluffing, fluted and did I mention deep? We all went in with low expectations and came out with massive smiles., the best pow of all time!

Dave Searle going in with the audience of tourists.

Waking up now.

Cold in here.

Me skiing, photo © Dave Searle.

And again, photo © Dave Searle.

 

Si in the upper couloir.

We didnt expect this.

Deep.

Deeper. Searler showing he is back from tibial plateau fracture in December.

Deepest.

First There Were 3 Girls, Then 2, Then 1

At this time of year the crew are like a pack of filthy junkies, always after a bigger hit, easily disappointed by snow quality and expectations generally way too high. Then sometimes you get out of bed, the internet says the top bin is closed but you go anyway. Then there are public announcements to say everything will open late and you sit there thinking that by the time it opens the window will be gone and what was the point in getting up at 630am. But then contrary to all information it opens and you are whisked into a magical sparkling world blanketed by 40 cm of untracked fresh providing a cushion over everything and enabling some fast skiing. All is forgiven.

That said, after 10 weeks of sunshine and touring my glutes just arent in shape for explosive plyometric freeride skiing and today they feel like they’ve been tenderised with a baseball bat!

The title refers to the our group who somehow miraculously got separated during the day. Everyone knows to regroup at the lift, no? Ooops, I guess I have been naughty (again).